In the sands south of Dia’kne held an opulent city.  It’s people proud, its enchanted walls withstanding the elements and all invaders.  At their head ruled their queen, a living goddess on this humble planet.  According to their faith, she came from an unbroken line of goddesses, sent to this world to oversee their children, the Anyla.  It was the first who raised them from the jackals of the desert, made them human, but kept the senses of the jackal.  It was the second that raised the walls, both of them: the inner walls that separated the upper class and royal palace from the outer city, and the outer walls that resisted both invader and blistering sandstorms.  And it was the third that flooded the sand pools with water to give life to their blasted land.  And it was their newest Queen, the young daughter of Queen Saphri, the new Living Goddess Queen Saphru that bought countless riches from countless kingdoms far and wide, trade breathing life into the city.
	And that was why the Dian’dre wanted it.  Their success made them lax, their walls made them haughty, and their magic made them overconfident.  Perhaps that is why they were so indignant to the Dian-folk dignitaries looking for trade.  Spurned, their emissaries sent back to Dia’kne without their heads, the Hegemony had to respond in kind.
	Ta’al surveyed the sweeping sands around her.  Standing out like a jewel among rocks was the city of Anum-tora, capital of the Anylan people.  It would be the first to fall.  The Anyan people however knew her armies were coming.   There would be no surprise, only a bloody siege.  However Ta’al came prepared.  She enacted a strategy she called the Three Snakes.
	The first snake was her siege engines.  Catapults were loaded with Hammer-Shot, the project name for a special blended weapon.  Using the explosive force of their exploding powder, mixed in were chunks of charged Qua’ro ce, too impure or broken to be used in weapons and armor, wrapped in a ball of hardened Tabbin Sand mixed with clay, creating a volatile bomb that detonated in the presence of magic.
As the first volleys cleared the siege engines, the battle began in earnest.  Their mages and priests began to chant, strengthening the enchantments on the walls, or preparing to hurl balls of solar fire at the encroaching armies.  The First Snake struck.  The Hammer-Shot caused their magic to fizzle out, fireballs disappearing in a puff of smoke, words of magic refusing to leave their throats.  The first twinge of panic filled the Anylan defenders as the Hammer-Shot hit the walls, and tore chunks through the ancient stones, the metal cores continuing onward and driving through the unprotected city behind them, wood charring, and stone melting as the molten metal passed through the buildings and streets alike.   The impenetrable walls were penetrated.  Then came the ladders, ropes, and towers, as streams of Dian’dre and Dian’hume warrior women stormed the walls, resplendent in Qua’ro Ce armor waded in, the magic of the walls fueling the weapons to bite deep into the armor of the shaken defenders.  As the gates were opened by the Dian, the male throngs swarmed in, hooting and screaming as they swung their bare fists at the lighter armed militia, their size alone compensating for their lack of weaponry or armor.  They sowed chaos in the city as they began looting homes, burning markets and defiling any woman they captured.
The outer walls were lost, and the people of Anum-tora and its defenders retreated to the larger, more imposing Inner Wall, the Dian-warriors hot on their heels.  The formidable gates sealed shut, the defenders settling in to wait out the siege with the stockpile of supplies in the inner city.  At least that was the plan.  Then Ta’al revealed the Second Snake.
Agents among the Anyla, humans, and ko’pa masquerading as traders, and dignitaries, opened their carts to reveal hidden soldiers of Ta’als army.  The soldiers were still reeling from the ferocity of the initial attack that many thought the walls had already been breached.  In a panic, the defenders sought to try and escape through the sewers that fed out into the river, but as the pressure was lowered and the grates opened, more warriors, hidden in the muck clambered out, stabbing and slashing.  The Inner City was in a panic.  Civilians were rounded up and herded into the main market in the Outer City, Soldiers making a last stand against the hordes before falling or surrendering.  Mages tried their final desperate spells, hoping against hope that this time it would work, this time the magic would not fail them.  But the magic failed them, the power of the blood emeralds sapping away their greatest strength.
 As dusk waned, much of the city belonged to the Dian.  The dead were gathered for burial, and the wounded tended to as Ta’al strode through the occupied streets.  All that remained was the Royal Palace, doubtless being defended by the most elite of the elite.  By itself it would be a fortress.  One Ta’al was prepared to crack with her Third Snake.
The Palace Doors cracked open as the Hammer-Shot ripped the venerable door to splinters.  The Palace guard pointed their halberds towers the open entrance, forming a wall of steel.   Though they were hardened veterans, none had ever seen a megafauna beast.  The hulking creature roared as it squeezed past the archway, stepping on guards like pesky insects as it rampaged through the finely polished halls of marble.  Controlling it was the Second Son of Dag’lana and  his first human consort.  His birth name was To’dag’lana.  Then when he was of age he was Ara’lana.  As a rider of megafauna, and an accomplished warrior, he was now Sorat’lana.   He swelled with pride as he saw the greatest soldiers of this city flee before his mighty warbeast.  Being able to train such a thing was a task by itself, let alone even wrangling one.  But this megafauna was his, responding only to him, a testament to his dominance.
He slid off the megafauna as he approached the throne room, letting his mount rampage through the palace until it was satiated.  He climbed the long, winding stairs until he reached the top, a single throne covered in velvet cushions was placed at the center of a dias, marble pillars supporting a dome shaped roof, giving one a view of the entire city.  On the throne he found the young queen Saphru, keeping an air of royal superiority even as her city blazed behind her.  Her skin was a light brown, accented by black tattoos on her arms and legs, marking her as royalty, and the markings under her eyes marking her as divinity.  Sharp pointed jackal ears protruded from her head, a light gold band adorning her head.  Covering her was a robe of silk, translucent revealing white robes with richly accented colors of red and blue depicting a history of her lineage.  She regarded Sorat’lana with a mix of anger, and superiority.
“You fought with ferocity Dian”, she spoke in perfect Dian-speak, her voice like honey.  “I will concede my city to you, but know that my people will continue to fight you so long as I still live.  Summon your guard so they may escort me out of the city.”
Sorat’lana gaped at the queen, then shook his head chuckling.  “I don’t know how you expect a war to be fought oh queen.” He grunted, noting with pleasure the surprise in her eyes as he spoke so bluntly to her.  “The Hegemony doesn’t fight a war of nobles, it fights a war of conquest.”
He strode up to her, his dian’hume frame dwarfing her, and blocking the light of the setting sun.  Saphru drew back as he looked down at her with predatory eyes.  “There will be no guard”, he grunted, grabbing her by the waist.  Saphru gaped at the audacity such a low creature would dare touch her.  “There will be no escort”, he continued as he hoisted her out of the throne, plopping himself on the soft cushion.   “You will not be lead away”, he droned on as he ripped off her thin silks, letting the wind carry them away.  “You are not even a queen anymore.  You will be a gift for my father.  Dag’lana will certainly pleased to have you in his salyada.”  He grinned at Saphru.  “You will be a slave, but at least you will be a queen of slaves.”
Had anyone else spoken to her, Saphru would have been screaming at them for such blatant disrespect, but the sheer weight of her grim fate robbed her ability to speak.  All she could do was gape at Sorat’lana as he continued to strip her of her clothing.  Seeing her naked form awoke a familiar feeling in Sorat’lana.  He already had a salyada of his own, built from captured humans and durgans, but this one awakened something new.  He could not resist his mounting need.
	“My father however is away in the north.  So until he returns”, he said dangerously as he let his member free, standing tall in the wind, already slick with arousal;  and he leans in to whisper in the shocked queen’s ear: “you’re my woman.”
Saphru only just registered what Sorat’lana said as she felt her hymen tear, his massive girth pushing his way inside her inch by inch.  She screamed in pain as the dian’hume laid claim to her body, defling her as his beast defiled her palace.  Sorat’lana moaned as he final hilted insider her, wrapping his hand around her midsection, and pulling her up, smiling as he soaked in Saphru’s look of helplessness.  Her legs flailed about uselessly, trying to find purchase on his thighs, only to slip out as he pulled her back down.   Her walls, so desperate to push out this foreign tool, only served to pleasure Sorta’lana even further as the sensation massaged his entire length.  In a low voice he growled to Saphru.  “Now, oh queen of slaves, take this beast’s seed and bear me beastling children!” before he released himself, a cascade of white flooding her womb and pouring out her abused lips.  Saphru cried out in pleasure, and despair, the pain subsiding to be replaced with the pleasure of an orgasm, and the shame of achieving climax with her conqueror.
This feeling.  To take someone who thinks they are better than you, and to bring them to their lowest, to humiliate them so utterly.  It aroused Sorat’lana to no end.  He had only just climaxed yet he felt ready again.  Up and down he pushed her, seed and the queen’s arousal getting pushed out with every thrust.
“Again?” was all Saphru could moan between gasps.
“Again, and again as long as I want, woman”, Sorat’lana replied, climaxing again, but not stopping.  “Your city, and its people belong to the Hegemony, and we will do as we please.  Listen Saphru, listen to your people.”
Saphru strainer her ears, and picked up a faint sound, like a quiet chorus of screaming.  Below her in the Outer City, hundreds of males were mimicking Sorat’lana.  Wives and daughters were taken away from their families, stripped of their clothes, and plowed by the excited males.  Rich, or poor, priestess or whore, all were dominated by the Dian.  “That is the sound of your people serving the Hegemony.  Just as you will serve me.”  He continued to plow the once virgin Queen Saphru, coating her with layers of his potent seed, coating her sacred throne in a mix of their love juices.  The sun began to set, Saphru looked on with melancholy, even as she moaned in Sorat’lana’s grip.  It was as if the gods had abandoned her, abandoned her people.  In a way they did.
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In a day Anum-tora fell to the Hegemony.  Rather than burning it however, the Matriarchs decided to annex it into their growing empire.  The Anylans would know the fate of the original humans that occupied Dia’kne, as they worked to rebuild their shattered city, and Ta’al would leave to bring the rest of their civilization to heel.  In a move that shocked many, they also approved Sorat’lana, a male of all things, to become regent governor of Anum-tora…with guidance by his consort Lady Ai’leena of course.  Guidance which included an insistence to send the ex-Queen Saphru to Dag’lana under armed guard.  He grumbled a bit, but having the cabal of Anylan High Priestesses in his salyada did much to alleviate his anger.
Campaigns to the south continued to yield results as treasures flowed back to Dia’kne.  Now it was time to look to northern expansion…